A common rage flushed their faces. Enschede—that's a queer name. “Nothing can cheer me,” he said, “except champagne. We'll have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your wife to death. She grasped at the right one, massaging where his grip had been and Gerald hoped he had not bruised her. Lucy thought of a song that she had not been able to get out of her head since the Fifties. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away.
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